Saturday AM, in LA

Saturday morning Downtown Los Angeles. The Hilton.
Up, sit. Breath only. Breath ONLY.
Clear, clean, so sweet.
Nothing and everything has changed and it's all the same and I'm gone but I never left and there is no where to go except to all places with all things.
Walk up Bunker Hill to work -- up up up 51st floor.
Set up trial "war room" in HUGE wonderful room all glass windows.
Look -- there is the "Hollwood Sign."
And here I am.
And there you are.

Reading this feels like making real-time contact with your present moment experience as it occurred at various points in you history. Present-past-present-past. Words don't really capture it well, do they?

It was all about this morning. I was having that rare experience when the past and the future were a very low factor in my present/now and I felt alive and ready for anything and life was all just open open open and good. You know what I mean by "open?"

Since then I've been able to just work at something (setting up a "war room" for a huge high stakes trial) that is very complicated and stressful with a nice "one-step-breath-at-a-time" peacefulness -- and I got a lot done.

Now I get to go work out and sit again and have a nice lunch on my employers and then come back for more work.

This life will change and change again.

It's a wonderful example of how contacting the present in each moment, as they arise and pass, allows us to have a more flexible and workable life. We're much less "stuck" this way; stuck being the opposite of what I guess you mean by "open."